One rejoined the others we reached about us and some thoughts brought along echoed through the have

  First, we must think of others

  They are broken broken

  Sharded fragments of memory and form

  Then of loss

  lost ones still fragement lost for one but fragments of something

  And future gain

  growth and structure the structure of others, of us or of enemy

  Skill and knowledge Once discarded can still recall a moment lost

  overwritten for other use

  Could be used still overwritten or recalled and resconstructed

  For our own gain

  at our own risk

  Movement and perception and the gathering of food are all skills within the capacity of a hive such as we are what would an addition to us provide.

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  an understanding of the ones who go against us?

  that is a danger, that knowledge shall becomes of us and be made as us. That which is not remembered properly as it is consumed shall remain as a fragment of perspective less then the whole and the whole shall correct until the thoughts are align

  outsiders still. a threat in the adoption of perspective that harms the whole

  yet it is still a broken shard

  easily eaten

  food more easily eaten and consumed

  risk of enemy

  It seems to be grown like us

  relics of attachment, and structure

  joining is possible if one thing is like the other

  to be one is not to be the other, from where does this thought originate?

  we are one

  we are nothing is this corruption from the outside?

  from the others?

  from the broken shard?

  they are as they are

  the hive remains whole

  we shall do as we do

  and the whole shall grow as it grows...

  ...We go on and we grow on and we become something more

  And this one goes to sleep for others have awoken and the memory of what needs to be retained

  Many things come of others, and others come of the same, and our thoughts are not our own

  A part of the lost part shall be adjoined to us. And it shall become us, and we shall remain us. For we are

  We are complete, and we are growing.

  buffeting waves, echoes shaking across my form

  It is else from us

  strain, the tension of being pulled along lost in a powerful flow* it is but appart and lost

  thoughts flow through but do not form into understanding a connection frays as tendrils are twisted and pulled thin

  It is made of the same things we are it is damaged, in need of repair

  And as parts come and get damaged and repair maintained from unity to storage there is always one

  Frei pulls himself away from the collective there is no healing worth the cost here

  And behind a wave comes, an echo, a blast of communication and vibration

  Frei tears himself free and wetheother screams